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We don't grow sugarcanes in our yards nomore,
We don't sit 'round the burning teak nomore,
That old teapot'd stopped murmering last winter since,
T..
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I heard him a field across,
So I ran to hear him close,
And stopped by a minstrel lad.
He sang me a happy song
And singing to me, he said,
"Runne..
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A love song.
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A Tribute to Winter!
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To my late grand father
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On the 30th of November 2009, the eve of 1st December, me and some friends took a walk through the highway between Jotsoma and Kohima.
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The Grasshoppers
Fair grasshoppers upon grasslands wild!
How gay you hop upon the grasses mild,
To feast upon lush summer's yield.
Yonde..
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Oh heart, you æolian harp of love:
All throbs well, few beats sweeter note;
Hark! Blow this heart a tidal wave,
My sails are loose, dro..
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The Piper and the Linnet
I heard a linnet in the woods,
Chanting upon a breezy lea,
That the note fills up the lea
And the margin of the woo..
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To Romance 2: A FarewellThis threnody was written on the passing away of a friendship soo passionate and as sensitive as an æolian harp to the w..
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